Julie loses a few pieces during a defense

Scampering around like a cockroach, Julie just barely managed to get out from under Ramona's hammer before it smashed down on the asphalt. Her eyes went wide as she leaned up, her butt on the road and her hands propped to either side. The spot where the hammer had smacked down was crackling with electricity and a huge crater was left at the point of impact, with cracks spider-webbing out from the center point. "Holy shit!" she cried out, getting up onto her feet and grabbing one of the suit-wearing party guests from earlier. She spun him around to put him between herself and Ramona.

"Come on, Jules. You can't take human shields," Ramona criticized her, waiting with her hammer over her shoulder.

"No rule against that, actually!" the camera-man shouted over from across the street, as he and his crew wheeled around for a good angle of the action.

"Seriously? Well... I guess we do this House of the Dead style. Hey, guy she's holding!" Ramona called out, holding her hammer out as it began to glow with blue electricity. "Don't move, alright? Or else, I'm going to pop the bow-tie off of you."

Julie ducked at the last moment as a bolt of electricity flew by, smashing into the wall of the apartment building and leaving a smoldering gash. As she knelt with her teeth clenched, her hostage ran away, along with the rest of the crowd. "Cowards!" she cried out at them, waving her fist. "You all haven't lived the service industry life, have you?! You haven't got the balls to stand and face adversity!"

"I think like... half the guys here are from Toronto's service industry," Ramona retorted, approaching and hefting her hammer for another strike.

"Then they've got the pussy jobs, I guess!" Julie spat back, raising her arms and walking backward. This time, there was no way to get out of the way of the strike-- the hammer hit her straight in the wrists as it drew an arc through the air. Julie's expectations at this point were two broken arms, if she was lucky, two stubs at her elbows if she wasn't. Instead, she simply found her hands knocked away, and the bunnygirl cuffs she was wearing exploded off of her with a crack of thunder.

"Nice defense!" Ramona complimented her, swinging the hammer underhanded for a return strike.

"Don't patronize me!" Julie raised her leg in imitation of a taekwondo kick, really just utilizing her limberness from yoga exercises. She wanted badly to kick the bunny ears off of Ramona's head and return fire. Unfortunately, she'd avoided fighting all this time, and picking it up was as hard as picking up a new fighting game without any practice. Ramona's hammer hit her in the leg, causing her to spin head-over-heels in a cartoonish cartwheel before falling on her face. Her high heels didn't survive the hit, leaving her standing in her fishnet feet. The impact didn't hurt, but she still felt her head swimming, and worse, her feet were damn cold. "Oh this is like... not fun. Why the fuck do you people do this?"

"Because we have things to fight for," Ramona answered with a cool smile, resting one fist on her hip. "You should try it out more often. Preferably not in the context of fighting off vengeful spurred lovers. I don't recommend that part of it."

"If you didn't have such shitty taste in boyfriends, you probably wouldn't have to worry about it!"

Ramona frowned, raising the hammer once again. "That's a low blow! Can't fault me for what happens next."

The cameras closed their circle a bit, seeing that Julie had ceased running and accepted the head-to-head fight, as unwise a decision as that may have been. There was no longer the same danger that they'd get hit in the crossfire and the closer they could get in, the better they'd be able to focus their shots on the girl's cute, bunny-tail topped asses.

"Fuck... I need a weapon," Julie admitted to herself, looking this way and that. There was one thing anyone in Toronto understood: you had a much better chance of winning a fight if you could find a big tire or a barrel to throw at your opponent instead of hitting them with your fists. Surely someone had left something conveniently lying around!

Roll 4!

Outfit durability: 24/28 (bunny ear hairband, bowtie, waist apron, bunnysuit, fishnet leggings, glasses)